The aisles smelled of mothball dust
but that didn’t matter.
He walked through them
with enough confidence
for the two of us.
Our idea of a date
was a game
of sifting through centuries
of sweaters until we found one ugly enough
to put our grandparent’s to shame.
He slipped on a thick,
brown and yellow argyle
mammoth of stitches.
Our smiles voted unanimously;
It won by a landslide.
Meanwhile, inside, my heart was knitting
it’s own lumpy masterpiece
just as hideous as the one on his shoulders
yet designed to fit perfectly
during the impending winter.
sunrise
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bonfire friends
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sadness
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purple skies
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true love
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My Cheerleader
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womans transformation to happiness and love
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future life together of adventures
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